This is a song about "No one can compare this section little figure"

Ya shell be aight never hurl

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl

That yellow thing no one can even stand to look at,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Im a little tense in case this dont make no sense

No one can fucking touch us

Sometimes i feel so worthless

In this game i will stay until no one can touch me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Love you little one, can't wait till the day you can see the sun

No one can judge the things i do at all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call